Chapter 3: I Know a Lot! You Won’t Regret Keeping Me!

Chapter 3: I Can Do a Lot of Things! You Won't Regret Hiring Me!

"Fu Yan! No!" Du Yang screamed hysterically in the passenger seat, lunging for the steering wheel.

It was pointless—he was just a soul. Fu Yan couldn't hear him, couldn't see him, and he couldn't stop Fu Yan either.

There was a loud crash.

Qin Yue and Lu Yu were flung into the air in an unbearably ugly posture, crashing to the ground in a gruesome heap.

They twitched uncontrollably on the ground, blood pouring from their mouths.

Fu Yan gripped the steering wheel, his eyes ice-cold, his voice even colder. "Yangyang died because of you. You both deserve death."

With that, Fu Yan suddenly reversed the car, then sped forward again, ran over Qin Yue and Lu Yu.

In the passenger seat, Du Yang's face went pale with terror, his voice trembling as he watched the clearly insane Fu Yan.

"Fu Yan, run! This is against the law! Go, now!"

Du Yang grabbed Fu Yan's arm, trying to warn him.

Fu Yan's expression was calm as he killed the engine. As if he had heard the warning, he opened the door and stepped out, his long legs carrying him to the back of the car, looking down at Qin Yue and Lu Yu, who had already stopped breathing.

"Fu Yan, get out of here! There's still time!" Du Yang stood beside Fu Yan, reaching out to push him, but his hand passed right through.

Fu Yan's face was expressionless. He turned and walked back toward the cemetery.

Large snowflakes were already falling. Du Yang followed Fu Yan, tears streaming down his face.

He didn't understand why Fu Yan wouldn't run.

Seeing Fu Yan like this made his heart feel like it was being cut to pieces.

A layer of snow had settled on Du Yang's tombstone. Fu Yan sat down before it, raised his hand to brush the snow away, and ran his fingertips down the stone, stroking the photo of Du Yang on it.

The young man in the photo had a faint smile, but his eyes held a deadened sorrow.

The snow fell heavier, but Fu Yan made no move to leave. He leaned against the tombstone, clinging hopelessly to Du Yang's photo.

"Yangyang, this time I won't hesitate anymore."

"Yangyang, don't be afraid. Wait for me. I'm coming to find you."

Fu Yan drew a brand-new dagger from his coat pocket.

"Fu Yan!"

Realizing what Fu Yan was about to do, Du Yang didn't have time to react. He threw himself into Fu Yan's arms, trying to block the blade that was about to stab him in the heart.

His soul passed straight through Fu Yan's body. Du Yang turned to see the dagger already embedded in Fu Yan's chest.

Bright red blood stained Fu Yan's fingers from the dagger's handle, then flowed down his wrist and into his sleeve.

Fu Yan leaned against the tombstone, as if in excruciating pain, his words came out broken.

"Yang... Yang... wait for me..."

"Fu Yan, don't die! Call for help! Fu Yan!"

Du Yang knelt in front of Fu Yan, sobbing uncontrollably, helplessly watching Fu Yan's breath grow weaker.

Finally, he leaned against Fu Yan's chest, holding him tightly, hoping his soul could keep Fu Yan's body warm, hoping someone passing by would find him.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, covering the lonely figure at the tombstone until he vanished into the vast whiteness.

"Please, Fu Yan, don't die."

"Fu Yan... Fu Yan!"

"Fu Yan... I'm not worth this. Call for help..."

"Fu Yan..."

...

"Du Yang?" Someone gave Du Yang a gentle shake.

"Du Yang, wake up. Didn't you sleep all night? You'll catch a cold sleeping like this." A vaguely familiar voice said in his ear.

Du Yang woke up in a daze, lifting his head to stare blankly at Lin Haiyin, his face streaked with tears.

"Du... Du Yang, what's wrong? What happened?" Lin Haiyin had thought Du Yang was just asleep, but he was crying.

Was this the dorm?

And Lin Haiyin in those clothes... Was this freshman year?

Without bothering to wipe his tears, Du Yang grabbed Lin Haiyin's arm and asked hoarsely, "Lin Haiyin, is it freshman year?"

"Yes, it's freshman year!" Lin Haiyin looked at Du Yang like he was an alien. "It's almost winter break of freshman year. We just finished exams. Don't you remember?"

Lin Haiyin seriously suspected Du Yang had either lost his memory or was possessed.

"Freshman year..." Du Yang murmured to himself.

Freshman year. Everything was just beginning.

He had been reborn to three years earlier.

He hadn't yet met the disgusting He Lin, nor Lu Yu.

His grandma was still alive.

He couldn't go to her now. That mother-son duo, Qin Yue and her son, were too crazy.

He had to find Fu Yan.

And Fu Yan was still alive!

Fu Yan had avenged him once; he would definitely help him with Qin Yue and Lu Yu.

"Du Yang, are you okay?" Lin Haiyin reached out and felt his forehead for a fever. He wasn't warm.

"I'm fine. I just had a nightmare."

Du Yang smiled, stood up, using the desk for support. His legs were numb from sleeping on the desk for so long.

Lin Haiyin helped him straight to the dorm bathroom to wash his face.

After washing up, Du Yang freshened up and slung his backpack over one shoulder as he left the dormitory.

Between taking a taxi and the subway, Du Yang chose the subway.

He had just done a few live streams and finished a part-time job at a café, so he didn’t have much cash left—saving a little where he could.

Following the map prompts, Du Yang easily found the Fu Corporation office building in the city center, the tallest building in the city center.

Entering the Fu Corporation lobby, Du Yang looked around at the employees coming and going, feeling lost, unsure how he could meet Fu Yan.

He was just an ordinary college student who could barely afford to eat—how could he meet the top boss of Fu Corporation?

Suddenly, the door of the private elevator opened. Fu Yan, dressed in a dark, finely tailored suit with a black coat draped over his arm, stepped out of the elevator with his long strides and headed toward the exit.

Behind him followed his Special Assistant, Chen Miao, impeccably dressed in a suit and wearing a serious expression.

The moment Du Yang saw Fu Yan, his eyes lit up, and he felt an urge to cry.

It had only been a little over an hour since he woke up, and he was still immersed in the shock and grief from seeing Fu Yan avenge him at the cemetery and then take his own life.

Now he saw the living, breathing Fu Yan again—none of it had happened yet—and Du Yang wanted nothing more than to rush over and hug him.

“Fu Yan!” Du Yang rushed up to Fu Yan, tilting his head slightly to look up at the man whose face was completely expressionless.

Fu Yan stopped in his tracks, glanced at Du Yang with an utterly blank look, then frowned slightly, but said nothing.

“Fu Yan, I’m Du Yang! Do you… recognize me?” Du Yang looked at Fu Yan with hopeful eyes.

He had forgotten. Three years ago at this time, Fu Yan hadn’t met Du Yang.

“I don’t know you,” Fu Yan said coldly, as he looked over the young man in front of him. “What do you want?”

The young man was wearing a faded black cotton jacket and carrying a black backpack with frayed straps.

His face was handsome—fair and delicate, especially those round eyes with downward-turned outer corners. When he smiled… it would be even more handsome.

But the way he looked at Fu Yan… was complicated.

Fu Yan’s icy demeanor didn’t discourage Du Yang. Tightly gripping the frayed backpack strap on his shoulder, he boldly asked, “Fu Yan, do you need a part-time worker for winter break in your office? I can brew tea and coffee, clean, and even fix computers.”

Du Yang added, “I’m a freshman in the Computer Science department at A University. I know a lot! You won’t regret hiring me!”

Special Assistant, Chen Miao, standing beside him, widened his eyes at the bold Du Yang. Who would dare to block the chairman and offer themselves up for a part-time job?!

He had a new understanding of volunteering oneself.

No surprises—the boss would definitely kick him out!

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